holy fucking mother of god
October 2, 2007
Okay I guess —
My observations about the guy with the leaf blower who came through between 1 and 3:30 am got play. And, you know, that is wrong, leaf blowers. They are illegal. Even if you only operate them between 1 and 3:30 am. Kind of against the law.
So.
6 a.m. There is some freaking guy in a hard hat outside with a fucking, I do not even know what it is called? Airport diabolical combustion machine? Blasting air compression and water on the sidewalk outside the building coming off a freaking truck — which is the only thing large enough to carry this bastard a Toyota Carolla would fail under this weight?
You fuckers. At least I was normally up between 1 and 3 in the morning. Now —
Six. God. Damned. In. The. Fucking. Morning?
I hate you. I hate your mother. I hate your dog.
And that means you Richard Carr.
celluloid blonde 
Yikes. And I thought I was pissed when the pothole repair crew came thru my ‘hood one summer morning at 7 a.m. driving in reverse…”beep, beep, beep, beep” non-stop. My a.m. experience pales in comparison to yours, Max.
Sadly your artwork did not show. Is it a Wordpess vs Blogspot spat? Who knows. I am listening to “The Mod Father”, Paul Weller, who I love, and just wanted to say I can identify with your post. On Friday nights it is wall-to-wall taxis round my way from 1 am, when the pubs shut, until 4.30 am, when I get up for work. Must invest in some double glazing.
I familiar with that infernal machine as well. I’m certain that it proudly sports the “Made in Hades” label.
that sounds suspiciously like a powerwasher.
what fun, eh? now picture being around that freakin thing all day.
When I finally get out of here I am going to sleep for a week. [wry smile]
[blog stats sure jump when i start cursing — every time i lose my ladylike — hey no laughter — composure they just shoot for the sky]
Oh, thank you for reminding me why I pay obscene rent to be on the 18th floor here :)
And now that I know where you live I can better envision this scenario! BTW, since he’s wearing a hardhat, why don’t you bounce a coin off his head for sh1ts and giggles?
Oh sure now you make the coin suggestion.
Jeez, the last time I heard an air compressor that loud someone was sand blasting the interior of an empty swimming pool.
Godzilla.
Godzilla is really loud. As loud as an air compressor. Who is this Godzilla? Ask Woeful :)
Coincidentally, there is a man outside blasting away with what sounds like a jackhammer. Unlike you, I can just shut my balcony door and dismiss him.
“Coincidentally, there is a man outside blasting away with what sounds like a jackhammer. Unlike you, I can just shut my balcony door and dismiss him.”
Damn you.
Forget coins: a paper bag full of mayonnaise is better.
As long as it is not a lozenge. Those need to go directly next door.
Damn straight.
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